Dubai. The land that has my brother,
my idol, my hero, my friend
a three hour flight
short yet so long
reuniting with the man who taught me
how to laugh, to fight, to be strong
once we shared the same roof
danced on every new song
played games, talked, even wrestled
mundane moments, filled with joy,
but now life has taken different paths
and he is miles apart.
Each flight is a rerun of memories
of stories, laughter, tears we shared
I flip through the movies on the cramped plane.
knowing exactly the ones he’d pick
I observe the people on board
like we always did,
I giggle at the inside jokes now never made
and wait for the wait to get over.
I land, the airport now familiar,
he is there, like always,
I rush into his loving arms,
I know I am grown now, a happy wife and doting mother,
but in this embrace, I am still a little child,
In this embrace, I am back home.